Zishla zorya

Tempered by prairie wind, scorching sun and rough frost, chumak continues his endless way ahead. Leisure and uncertain bullock’s steps and calm cloud flow makes stranger go deep inside his mind. As if in a dream, he looks through all his life. Chumak drifts on the time river like a fish. Sometimes he turns against the stream to recollect his past. Coming deeper and deeper he realises that he crosses the border line, where Real world comes to an end.